You ask me something all the time Presuming I should know a lot About this life About you and me My brains explode every time I am thinking of you Apathy
at nature to steal some papers On with the camera to get the answers Tipping the waiter to find who that was Leaving the night Go undercover now The strain Strain
Step by step and tear by tear you're becoming less sure, yes I know you've lost the plot, but aren't you going to say 'hello'? Oh... I've been down,
your number is going to double the popes age. your method of losing weight is going to have to change. chivalry never felt so wrong. your acting needs
It never stops raining. With daggers sewn through her heart she cries. Filled with confusion she cries. "No one can help me until I can help myself. And
Beautiful day, you would hardly notice all the disease. And we are all to become desperate, as desperation is grounds for remorse. And suddenly everything
If I ever had anything close to a mind of my own, I'd want to cut myself a new mouth and bleed you a smile ear to ear. Welcome to the real world. Beta
This is chaos theory simplified and stretched out before a jury. No warning has been issued. No compliments have been wholesomely handed out. The time
If I were you id pack my bags and get the fuck out of dodge. I hope you enjoy your fifteen minutes of fame, because this is going to be fifteen minutes
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She woke up this morning with a bad hangover. Tonight she will be going to bed without her insides. Never cross me. This just in; this is the scene of
No Love. No Peace. Spend your days, counting sheep. When you're dead you're done, you're dead you die. But life goes on. No love, no lies. Wasting your
Look at the world through my eyes I won't be happy until everything dies I wish you could see this life from the inside But you'll go fucking blind You
It's more than a scar. It's a lifetime you left. A lifetime of lifelines shouting from rooftops with no one to hear but us. I'm not going to lie, I never
I said run. And you won't be able to see me because you'll be bleeding from the eyes. The thought of your genitals makes me sick and I bet you could fit
There is no such thing as fire and brimstone. When the rains come, so will the floods and Noah will be your grave. Help promote the de-evolution of the